Mrs. Qin's words had barely left her mouth when Shen Zhiyi froze for a good while. Although her knowledge about Pei Yu was limited, she knew enough to at least know whether he was married or not.
She frowned, "You've made a mistake—"
Mrs. Qin had already taken advantage of her momentary daze to walk past her toward the inside, determined to have a confrontation with Qin Fangru, "Qin Fangru you—"
Her voice cut off abruptly.
Pei Yu glanced over, his shirt disheveled and his tie loosely dangling. A trace of moisture still lingered on his lips. He rubbed the corner of his lip with his fingertip, showing a mix of carelessness and impatience, "Where did I get a wife from?"
The rare moment of solitude Pei Yu had achieved was disrupted by this uninvited guest, souring his mood greatly, leaving him too lazy to even pretend.
"Mr. Pei..."
